Today (25th January) is Burns Night where we celebrate the life and works of the Scottish poet Robert Burns. Today is also St Dwynwen’s Day which celebrates the Welsh patron saint of lovers, a Welsh Valentines Day. To observe both these events I decided to recite a love poem by Burns, My Luve is like a Red Red Rose. When I read it out to my flatmate she saw something else in the poem and we wrote an interpretation of the original.
My Luve is Like a Red Red Rose
By Robert Burns
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June:
O my Luve’s like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry , my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve !
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ ’twere ten thousand mile!
A Luve is Like a Red Red Rose – An Interpretation
By Rachel Houghton and Suzy Youngman
My love is like a green, green zombie,
That rises from the dead,
The only way to kill him,
Is shoot him in the head!
As grey thou art my crippled corpse,
From underground you lie,
And I love you still my dear,
Until the dead do rise!
Until the dead do rise my dear
And the army’s overrun.
Then we shall meet again my love,
Under the fading sun.
Join with me, my only love,
Heal my rotten heart.
Thou this world be broken
This is just the start!
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